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Dad's Surprise Christmas Gift
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)

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A grown man recalls a special Christmas Eve with his 
father during his teen years. (Mm-teen, ped, inc, 1st-
gay-expr, oral)

***

It was two days before Christmas and I was headed east 
on interstate 80 to commemorate the birth of our savior 
at my parents' house in Ohio. My wife, son and daughter 
were with me, and we would be sharing space with a 
large cast of relatives endowed with varying levels of 
sanity for the next several days. My wife was riding 
shotgun and was busy scolding the kids who were 
fighting in the back seat over some highly significant 
issue such as who took whose last piece of bubblegum. 

Although a light snow had been falling since shortly 
after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and 
I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana. 
Despite my family's tendency to transform into 
Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending 
holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought 
my mind back to a Christmas many years ago.

It was 1985, and I had turned fourteen three months 
earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of 
puberty and was an attractive kid; I played on the JV 
football team and was reasonably popular. It was 
Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after 
spending the evening singing carols with my family. As 
I changed into my flannel pajamas I noticed a note on 
my pillow, so I picked it up and read the words that 
would soon change my life: "Scott, I have a special 
gift for you. Come to my study at 2:00 a.m. Love, Dad."

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite 
11:30. I wondered what Dad had for me, and why he had 
to give it to me at such an odd hour. Obviously it was 
meant to be a secret, but what could it be? I was 
definitely intrigued. I had asked for an Atari that 
Christmas, but didn't see why he would give it to me in 
the middle of the night. 

I set my alarm for 2:00 so that I would not doze past 
the appointed time, but need not have done so. I was 
far too excited to sleep, so I just lay in bed and 
stared at the ceiling while I listened to the melodic 
strains of Wham on my Sony walkman, which my father had 
given me a few Christmases earlier. 

Finally 2:00 arrived and I got out of bed. At a time 
when not a creature should be stirring, not even a 
mouse, I quietly crept down the stairs to the study 
that my father used. It was a place where he worked and 
sought private sanctuary from the chaos of his home 
life, and my sisters and I were only rarely allowed in. 
The door was slightly ajar and I knocked.

"Come in, Scott," my father ordered quietly, "and shut 
the door behind you."

I complied with these instructions and stood before my 
father, noticing the half-empty whiskey decanter on his 
desk.

"I have a special present for you, Scott," my father 
said and took a large sip of his drink, then another. 
"It is actually a present for your penis," he added 
nonchalantly.

I was shocked to hear him say such a thing but could 
tell by the lustful glint in his eyes that he was dead 
serious. The penis he mentioned immediately responded 
and rose to full mast in an instant. 

"I can see your prick is excited," my father stated as 
he pointed at the tent in my pajamas.

"I am going to give you a blowjob, Scott. You're old 
enough now to experience the pleasure of lips on your 
penis."

I was speechless as I stared at my father with bulging 
eyes. I would never have thought that he would utter 
such lewd words, let alone try to get into my pants. 
But I was fourteen and horny as hell and wasn't going 
to turn down an invitation to my first blowjob.

"OK," I finally mustered.

My father walked around from his desk and stood in 
front of me. He reached out and stroked my rigid cock 
through the thick flannel cotton of my blue PJ's as he 
smiled at me. His breath smelled heavily of alcohol.

"I think you're going to like this," he said as he 
dropped to his knees. He grabbed the sides of my 
pajamas and yanked them down, releasing my cock to the 
cool night air.

"Now that is pretty," he sighed as he looked at my six-
inch boner. He took hold of it and stroked it a few 
times, then started lapping the big purple head with 
his tongue. I moaned while Dad licked all around the 
corona with his talented tongue, and it felt so good I 
thought I might collapse. Dad anticipated this and 
grabbed my ass cheeks to hold me up. After giving my 
dick head a nice bath, he ran his tongue the full 
length of my veiny shaft several times, then opened his 
mouth wide and took the tip of my swollen prick into 
his mouth. 

I let out a loud appreciative grunt when Dad's hot 
mouth engulfed my randy meat. I gently ran my fingers 
through Dad's dark hair while he sucked on my prick 
head, then clenched fists around several strands when I 
felt him swallow my entire penis down to the root. 
Although this was my first blowjob, I could tell that 
my father had definitely sucked cock before, as he had 
no trouble taking all my pole into his throat.

"Oh, Dad, that feels so good!"

"Mmmpf," came Dad's muffled reply as he pressed his 
lips against my pubic mound. He slowly raised his mouth 
back up to the tip of my cock then swirled his tongue 
around the head again before plunging all the way back 
down. He repeated this several times and I started to 
thrust my hips forward to meet his plunges. This 
definitely beat jacking off, and I knew it wouldn't be 
long before I shot my load.

"Dad, I'm gonna shoot soon. You should stop," I warned.

Dad's response was to grab my young ass and pull me 
towards him so that I couldn't get away. Clearly Dad 
wanted me to jizz in his mouth, and I was certainly 
willing to let him. He may be my dad but it felt so 
good and I didn't want to stop. I felt the pressure 
build up in my balls and gave him one last chance to 
back down.

"Here it comes, Dad, I'm gonna shoot!"

Dad bobbed his head up and down more quickly and was 
grunting with deranged lust. My cum fired out of my 
adolescent prick and into his mouth and was quickly 
vacuumed down into his eager throat. I thought I was in 
heaven as I came in his mouth and never wanted the 
feeling to stop. This was pure heaven. Pure bliss. I 
had never known anything could feel as good as it did 
when Dad drank all the cum out of my balls that night.

Finally I pulled my cock from Dad's mouth and he licked 
the head one last time to get the last few drops of 
semen that were dangling from my slit.

"Fuck Dad, that was nice! Thanks!"

"You're welcome, Scott. And Merry Christmas. Now if 
you're a good boy next year, maybe you'll get another 
nice present next Christmas," he said as I pulled up my 
pajamas and headed back up to bed. 

I got the Atari the next morning, along with several 
game cartridges for Donkey Kong, Frogger and other 
games, but neither Dad nor I said anything about the 
previous night's activities. The following year he once 
again invited me to his study for a secret nocturnal 
blowjob, and he has done so every Christmas Eve since. 
We have never talked about it and he has never blown me 
any other time of year. It is just our special little 
Christmas tradition, something we both enjoy but never 
discuss.

Before I knew it we were pulling up into my parents' 
driveway, and my sleepy kids and wife got out of the 
car to greet everyone. I hugged my mother and then my 
father, who patted me playfully on the rump.

"I hope to see you at 2:00," he smiled at me.

"You bet, Dad, you bet," I assured him as I felt my 
dick once again start to rise.

END

Merry Christmas, everyone, and to all a good night!
©2006 by Kip Hawk. Feedback always welcome, please send 
to kiphawk@hotmail.com.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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